Vendaci, the Frozen Knight 1 Despite her training, despite all the horrors she'd seen, nothing felt more foreboding than the tall, white walls of Stormwind City. The soldiers at the gate's entrance had seen her approach and, even though she flew a white flag, their drawn swords and lances announced how unwelcome she was. She couldn't blame them.
Behind her, Twilight nickered. The armored mare sensed the hostility of the soldiers and didn't want her master going in alone. Vendaci lightly patted the horse's cold nose. The added intimidation of her mount would only make things worse. Besides, her CO told her the mare couldn't be trusted yet. She'd been converted only weeks ago and was still considered "lively". Twilight shook her icy mane, bumping Vendaci on the shoulder. Her master waited until she found her calm. Nodding abruptly, Vendaci turned on her heel and left her last comfort behind.
The humans growled as she stepped into enemy territory
Saora's Benediction Epilogue The surrounding darkness cooled his wounds. It left him comforted, at ease. He'd forgotten the taste of true death and the simple sleep that accompanied it. It was calming. It was peace.
Fire shot through his chest. His lungs gasped at the pain, sucking in air his brain suddenly hungered for. He coughed and gasped again. The pain was unreal. The fire forced freezing air through his lungs faster than he wanted. Still coughing, he forced his body to move. It rolled to his stomach. He propped himself up on his elbows. Stickly liquid dripped from his mouth with each cough.
Growling in frustration he raised his head and looked around. He was in a stone room, circular and dark. Ice hung from plague wagons and runeforges. Horrific creatures and freshly slain corpses wandered on the far side of the room, carrying weapons and armor to another floor. He could only be in Archerus, a floatin
Saora's Benediction 22 Just outside Stratholme's city walls, a small group of adventurers moped on a decaying staircase. The tallest of the group, a green haired Night Elf, raised her head and stared south, her long ears twitching. The Human warrior and two Dwarf paladins with her jerked to their feet, weapons in hand. As one they tensed. A dark mass emerged from behind a rotting hill. It lumbered to the group, its head low in a quiet greeting. The Elf hurried to her companion, growling softly to him.
The warrior shouldered one of his swords, "Any luck?" The Elf hesitated, listening to her black panther's silent report.
"No," she said quietly, "he could not find Saora."
Grifton threw his two-handed sword to the ground and swore in Dwarven. A pat on his back from Onyxe only irritated him more. He jerked away from the touch and moved several feet away to lean against t
Saora's Benediction 21 She'd lost count of how many spirits passed safely into the Light. This was, however, the seventh time she'd had to retie her ponytail. Grunting with frustration, she stuck Benediction in the ground next to her and yanked the loosened pieces of hair out of her face. The only thing between Saora and saving what was left of her hometown was her hairdo. Figures. She casually tossed a cure to a woman's ghost that trailed green as she passed. As the cure hit, the spirit screamed in agony. She fell face first to the dirt. Just before she faded to a green mist, Saora saw the arrow that poked from her back.
The hills to the north shifted. At first, Saora thought the trees had come to life. As the masses advanced, she picked out details like banners of blues and blacks, armor darker than night, and massive bows made of bone. Scourge archers. They powered down the hills, trampling any spirit in their path and firing at those
Saora's Benediction 20 Armod refused to move from his step. If Saora was going to wake up, he would be there. He had to make sure she was ok. His black eyes narrowed as he peered at her face. She looked terrified, like she'd seen a ghost. He shook his head. That couldn't be right. He'd just been in the smog too long. He opened his mouth to call Onyxe over.
Amord jerked back. Saora was clutching the locket close to her face. Her skin was a deathly pale, her eyes wide.
"NO!" she screamed again. "ERIS! NO!"
"Saora?" the warrior hesitantly touched her knee. Nothing happened, "Saora, what is it?" Her eyelids fluttered. She focused on her wrists, shivering.
"Saora?" Finally she looked at him, "Who's Eris?"
Saora's lips pressed together fading from their soft pink to an eerie white. Tears spilled down her pale cheeks. Her hands trembled, clutch
Saora's Benediction 19 Armod made sure to kick Rivendare's corpse every time he walked past, even if he was carrying something. The scum deserved to be eaten by the Scourge he'd helped create. Still, abandoning his body to the elements of Stratholme would be a fitting disposal. He tossed another Scourge corpse on one of the piles in the room. They planned to burn the minions so they couldn't get up again, then hang Rivendare up by his boots outside. Armod searched for Deathcharger's skull. It'd make a nice mock death shroud.
The warrior froze. He locked eyes with Onyxe and Grifton, both still carrying some bodies. That yell came from outside. He spun and raced for the doors. Light footsteps followed him. The Elf. She muttered something. Instantly, his speed increased. He felt an incredible power course through his legs. With a triumphant laugh, he tore through the infirmary and its front doors.
Saora's Benediction 18 It took the Dwarves a little while to free all of the Baron's prisoners. Some were fine and eagerly thanked the group before hurrying out of the burning city. Blankets were gathered for the few that neared hypothermia. The Argent soldier stayed behind to doctor the sick. She introduced herself as Ysida Harmon. She was a healer, like Saora.
Grateful for the chance to rest, Saora excused herself and wandered out of the infirmary. She slumped to the steps, leaning her head against one like a pillow. The vision of her parents refused to leave her closed eyes. Tears spilled down Saora's cheeks as the memories popped open in her mind. She saw her home before Northshire. She saw it burst into flame and fall under the claws of undead. She saw childhood friends collapse in death only to crawl after her. The Baron's promise of no sorrows played again and again in her mind. Now she understood what he meant.
Saora sat up and w